The Neglected Wife Is A Hidden Genius

Author: Er Ye

Chapter 1

Word Count: 703 | Released on: 08/05/2026

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to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt like they were weighed down wit

. Miranda's scream. The freezing water closing

n't respond. She was trapped in the dark, listeni

e hallway. The door was c

voice was sharp, impatient. "When is she goi

e perfect. The man who had dragged her from the Rust Belt to New York, only

d with venom. "This Rust Belt trash always

was a sharp, twisting sensation, like a hand squeezing her organ until it threatened to pop. Ten years. Ten

on's sugary voice chimed in. "Mayb

spinoza's voice followed. His tone was light, fli

es lingering on her younger sister the way they used to look at her. A wave

in the Hamptons." That was Caleb Harmon, her third older brother. His

iately. "We can't have her running her

ter echoed down the hall as they left for their date

s up, call the lawyer. I want her

. The hallway w

nitor

ock turning in a dark room. A rush of cold clarity was

d wrapped around her wrist. And then... the fingers uncurlin

ident. It was a

ne, the pathetic girl desperate for love. She was the inheritor of Silas. Decades of knowled

tear leaked from the corner of her eye, tracking down her temple and soaking into

on in this city's gilded cage who had ever

. Sharp. Dang

space between each beep becoming infinitesimally longer, steadier. It was a

didn't blink. The hope that had always lived in her gaze was gone, bur

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“I woke up in the ICU, my lungs still burning from the freezing river water. Just outside the cracked door, I heard my adoptive family talking. That's when the horrifying realization hit me: my drowning wasn't an accident. My adoptive mother had deliberately pried my fingers off the slippery rocks and pushed me in. "When is she going to wake up? This Rust Belt trash always finds a way to ruin our important moments." "If she's mentally unstable, we should just send her to that facility in the Hamptons and have her sign the inheritance waiver." My father and brothers coldly plotted my removal, while my fiancé, Eric, laughed flirtatiously with my younger sister. He had his arm around her waist, completely unbothered by the fact that I was fighting for my life after he had just scammed me out of half a million dollars. For ten years, I had smiled, obeyed, and shrunk myself to fit into their gilded cage, desperate for a sliver of their love. I couldn't understand how a decade of absolute devotion was met with calculated murder and such casual, cruel betrayal. But the pathetic, desperate Iona died in that icy water. As the suppressed memories of my true identity-"Silas", a master art restorer possessing centuries of dangerous, hidden knowledge-flooded my mind, my tears stopped. I picked up the phone, secured a marriage of convenience with the most powerful man in New York, and began my counterattack.”